something I could do at home.
As my father is a writer, I thought of becoming like him.I wrote many stories but did not have the confidence to tell anybody.
I deleted all of them. One day I was bored and sad,But then, I don’t know how to say it,I suddenly felt confident. That day I decided to write poems.When I told my father, he asked to read the poems.He read them aloud. I never thought he would be so happy.Everyone said, ‘Keep it up’.Then I had the courage to write this bookAnd named the first poem, ‘Musafir ‘ (Traveller).
I hope you will enjoy reading my book